Luyện nghe bài hát BET Cypher

[Verse 1: Q]
Uh, Most of these shouldn't be next to us
We keep our distance from those, those like hoes
Zany imposed, weed in my clothes, is gold
Ya wig'll get told, put the niggas
Niggas, of cap pillers, gangbangers and dealers
keep watching, aye, [click](undefined) boom the ghetto bird ya shot down
Straight to the top now, they a third strike on my [background](undefined)
But nah homie, put the on when I [slide](undefined) on 'em
Put the [cash](undefined) in the safe and here's a extra slug I shake
Ya faster than me with a eighth
Or yet a [wet](undefined) break on a plate
Burning ya faith, all senses in tape
Fuckin' with them boys in blue, chill out rags at you
You running to the saying: How we do?
Saying just rap and them lines ain't true
So I just threw Q, fuck it, menage a two or trois
Baby need a [pot](undefined) pie, I be her da da
Coochie smacking, give praise to
Get in my car, Oxymoron

2: Jay Rock]
Rock got it, rock came rock bottom
Sparked the flames, still remain as a top
I ain't no backpack rapper, I no lyricist
And if he ain't talking to you mind ya business
Cold with it, Black Hippie, yeah we cold
All the girlies us, get a whiff of us
bones quiver, heard some clown throwing stones at us
Holding boulders champ once you hear that YAWK. domes shatter
It's Top we runnin' rap, whack rappers, feline
Reason why we don't run with cats, nine double O five -
my family at
Pull up in that [family van](undefined) holding 2's like the
And to be real not all this rapping politickin'
Rapper competition, wrapped up my
I'm finished, 'Til I make a couple tickets
Then I'm outtie on islands with my crimmies chillin'
ya feelings, now can I [live](undefined)?
Look I gotta my feet on top of the dirt
'Cause everywhere I go they when you dropping some work?
Been a threat since
The rap game's when I'm droppin' the Hearst
I ain't new to this, I'm true to
nightmare, red strings in my Nike Air's
Yeah, the white pair, I'm Jay Rock, most wanted
My chargers? Killing without warning
Rock!

3: Ab Soul]
It's Ab-Soul, gimme the loot, I'm the skinny
In New York City with Puffy, the sticky
All eyes against me, even the score
Prolly why I'm OT on tour
TDE, me we want war
I don't know what piece I like most no more
Two fingers, Two triggers, the difference?
We all die one day until then I'm gettin' paid
My grandma watching so I ain't gon'
Still like a Wale verse, backwood full of OG
Bobby Johnson in my soul to trynna dodge the coffin, Ah
And these are so [bitter sweet](undefined)
I guess it's just a we battle naturally
And still trippin' off of Jay-Z tweets
I still got to run when me and Jay-Z meet
Soul brother number 2
The first one used to make beats for CL
Top got the s550 but the CL
And weed is the only time I see L's move
Soul!

[Verse 4: Rashad]
Ay, I I found my second home
Sunny California and it's ya little nigga
You ain't meant for corners, it's they told me
So I never back, I got a slut in the [back](undefined)
[Fattest](undefined) [elephant](undefined) ass, so we in the path
Passing propellers I her, tell her we flying just listen
See we [diamond](undefined) just shining and they find us glistening
Brought sand to the beach and we left ya bitchh
For the [record](undefined) in Guinness I'm a hecklin'
Where is Robin, I'm
Fuckin' my business
He a regular victim, us in women
Uh, regular niggas, you cater to sluts
You always wasting my time, you always the funk
I'm put ya dream in ya face
You keep lookin' for women to be all in ya face
That deep dussy niggas, keep dussy
Tennessee dussy make a nigga be dussy
You can never rap than me, 'cause you ain't dedicated
You ain't underrated, you ain't under
You overbooked, you just under cooked
It's supposed to be me and my in the [record](undefined) [book](undefined)
Now they got by myself still as fuck